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18 August 2003 @ 12:20 am
Oh. Okay.  
My mind likes to torture both me (by making me do work) and Eric Knox (by making him a bloody Catholic).

So I wrote another Charlie's Angels slashfic that has nothing to do with anything. It's called Mr. Moriarty.

Don't ask. Just... I don't know. Love our animal-like Thin Man who writes verses from the Bible in Latin and gives them to an Eric Knox as confused as he is obsessed.

*whines and slaps her internet for misbehaving and misses Nightspore and curses work and school and stress and immune system*
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: Moses Hogan Chorale - My Soul's Been Anchored In the Lord
Pete: Hasn't that place been condemned?glorybox on August 20th, 2003 11:11 pm (UTC)
This is late--oh hell, I'm always late with my comments; damn immobility--but I'd just like to say that this fic was lovely. And I don't even know why. Jesus my brain's fried.

But even so. Loved it.
DrWorm: squallxlagunadrworm on August 21st, 2003 10:51 am (UTC)
It is never, ever too late to leave me a comment... particularly from you, since I love hearing from you.

And I am super glad you liked it.